Filthy Stinking Spudders -- Michael

Retired Geezer's post about a hate speech conviction in the U.K. got me thinking about how difficult it is to despise someone any more.

It seems to me that we should be able to irrationally hate somebody, just for fun, and to get our kicks by discriminating against them.

I suggest that we become Idahoists and discriminate against everybody from that state. We need to come up with a derogatory term like "spudders" or something to indicate their inferiority and how much we hate and despise them.

The best part of this is that it's pretty much legal. For example, Title VII of the Civil Rights Act prevents employment discrimination on the basis of national origin, but there is no comparable provision for state origin. You can fire all those lazy dirty spudders at your business tomorrow just for shits and giggles.

Yup. I hereby declare myself an Idahoist. Who's with me?

P.S. Retired Geezer is one of those thieving spudders that you can smell a mile downwind.

P.P.S. Just to be consistent, I guess we should concede that male spudders have big schlongs, which at least partially explains why they act like animals.

UPDATE

An anonymous commenter makes an excellent suggestion. Henceforth, Idaho potatoes will be known as "liberty roots."

UPDATE 2

Some of you seem to be hesitating to join the anti-spudder hate campaign, apparently assuming it is totally evil. I would just like to point out that one of the goals here is to redirect prejudice against Canadians towards an equally undeserving target. We need to put the War of 1812 behind us.

UPDATE 3

People, people. Can we get back on track? Please?

The anti-spudder hate campaign is now seriously at risk of getting derailed by all this extraneous nonsense. Focus!

After the collapse of my guest bloggers union, I just don't think my fragile ego can take another failure.

Remember, if you can't be better than a spudder, who can you be better than?

UPDATE 4

Another frickin' lost cause. You people are hopeless. I give up.

UPDATE 5

I'm not kidding. I give up on you people. You don't deserve me.

Plus, today is my 34th wedding anniversary, so Mrs. Michael and I are going out.

Good-frickin'-bye! You are not going to have Michael to kick around any more.